The waves begin to growl
there's a quickening of the air
temptation bubbles to the surface
destruction and dominion too close to ignore.
Conceived in fury and shaped by desire
the birth of monsters from deepest nowhere
snarling to the beat of thunder.
Four thousand hooves of one thousand horses
the cavalry galloping, relentless, toward the shore
rear their great maned heads with a fearsome cry
then fall
breaking themselves against that jagged shore.
Behind them Power howls and roars
revelling in itself
as the battle wears on.
Now its might's remembered
the rage begins to pass
and oh so gently it enters
come to collect its dead
sweeping them back home to the depths.
Keep your forgiveness
save it for the days to come
they never flinched
they asked for none.
If ever there was peace before, then this is what comes after:
this is the desolate calm
that follows a sea-storm.